What I've Done?

Am at that phase where I only get about 4hrs of bed rest. Am not complaining about it, am already used to the patter by now but it means I get so little time to update my posts let alone catch up with what every one is up to.

A recent survey I took on face book says my stress level is @ 97% despite trying it several more times, I could not get the number lower. It went on further to say I should manage my time bulungi...Only if whoever made that quiz could take up my shoes.

If you do not believe, here is a printout of my results. Interesting stuff I must admit


Like the say such things do not last for long, Am rushing up with stuff such that I can enjoy later on. At least that's my plan. Everything seams set for me and I have no deadlines as yet.

The Eve story should come up on my next post, which will be this weekend. For the moment am off to think out ways of maximising and managing my time well.

How are the rest of y'all?

You Know Your Job is Crazy when...

1. You constantly wake up @ 5am -30mins before your alarm

2. Your email in box has 310 unread messages

3. You have 180 notifications on facebook

4. You call late for 9am work whenever you wake up @ 6:30

5. Your favorite restaurant is Dancing Cranes in the Bronx

6. You use not less than 3 trains traveling and the commute is over 2hrs

7. You have to say hello and smile over 200 times/day

8. You miss your blog family but have no way of reaching out

9. You can not stay out after 9pm

10. You finally posted this post after 5 weeks of postponing

Photography

Recently, I was enjoying the April Issue of National geographic and was impressed with the stories and the photographs Illustrated.

So captivated was I that I've taken a liking to searching for and enjoying more of such photos. I was lucky enough and one of my friends who happens to have a serous camera and eye for nature shared with me this link

Here is a link to some of his collection. If you love photography and hope to onetime pursue freelance photojournalism, this could be a place to start

http://www.flickr.com/photos/myblessing/

Which other photo sources can you share?

What's your current passion?

Awarded!!

Wow!!! Am overjoyed and excited about the honesty scrap awards that have been bestowed allover blogville.

Reason? I've got more than 4 from M-Jay, Jny23, Crimson, Apr9 and SilverBow-Top Notch members of blogville who did deserve the award. Thanks mates my hands are so full and there is a place by my desk for them awards.




Attachments to the award.
1.You must brag about the award

2.You must include the name of the blogger who bestowed the award on you and link back to the blogger

3.You must choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design.

4.Show their names and links and leave a comment informing them that they were prized with Honest Weblog
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5.List at least ten (10) honest things about yourself. Then pass it on with the instructions!

Now to do my part.

10 honest things about myself.

1. I love Anime, I've always thought it was kid's stuff but ever since I watched Shrek and samurai X, am always craving for more anime whatever "matures" say
   
2. I have a sweet tooth, I can't resist stuff that is tasty. I lose my self near chocolate and anything else in that family.
   
3. I sometimes live in a fantasy world when under stress and crave for professional lap dancers and wild parties with lots of 1759's and nyama kyoma.
   
4. I sometimes think am a "mummy's boy" and hold my family and friend high.
   
5. Most times, I prefer dating females who are older than me.
   
6. Am very shy and get freaked out in front of large crowds. This is sometimes confused to be pride.
   
7. Am not afraid of the dark or walking alone.
   
8. I consider myself very patient and carefree -Never holding onto grudges.
   
9. I love the outdoors.
   
10. I believe in a higher power GOD and his son Christ.
    

Whom Am passing the award to?
Val - Love the bits she does on food, of course the other campus life bits too
Spartan - He talks too much
Walkonby - Somehow I can relate here
Robyn - His pieces always blow me away
Antipop -How I love this chic
TRP -You should just check her out, she does leave stuff to the imagination
LIZ - Leaves nothing to the imagination and always stirs up a debate
Eng - The sentence blogger

Now! If you see yourself up there, do your stuff

What Should I Say?

For Today's post

So I decided to get a Job for the summer. Only three days and I hate it (Am so good at whining much better than Erique), mostly because I do not get breaks to catch up on my blog family. I'll not even start on the commute, but I travel more than work.


I'll see how long I can stick up before laying down the work uniform


Happy Easter folks!!!


Yes I'll be @ work

Back into Slavary

On top of blogcks, a new hectic schedule is keeping me away from my blog family. How I dearly miss those days of freedom.


Yes I finally finished my chill pills and actually went out to work...So far the first week has given me reason to long for a weekend and TGIF. Due to a certain lousy company policy, I can't even blog about my work.


With this experience, I've come to realise that most of our precious time is actually spent working. In a way we are slaves to our jobs sometimes considering them above family and friends.


On a sad note, it's a shame it seams I won't be joining any of those college girls on spring break


Y'all have a great weekend!

Driving...Part 1

Everyone expects me to be able to drive myself by now but alas I still do not know how to help myself in case you gave me your car keys. It's so bad that I can't even manage an automatic which people say drives it's self, of course I do not believe this because I remember once siting in my neighbour's automatic for almost 30 mins and the thing did not even move an inch despite all the honking I did.

So this morning when I found myself at the DMV offices, I felt I should try out the theory test for my permit. This was so abrupt and I was inclined to take the test as a first step to overcoming my driving phobia.

I swear the test was not even that long or difficult but what do those road signs actually meant? I once did SST and road signs where such a walk over. who does not know what a zebra crossing is and that red on the traffic light means stop?

In the end, my test results could not qualify me for the next step -getting a learner's driving permit. I was not really so disappointed at least I passed 14 questions and the consolation I have is I'd not really planned to do the test and it just happened simultaneously.

The American signs are somehow different from the normal ones am used to, wait, I don't even remember seeing or noticing any road signs during some of my rides in Kampala (being interested in).

I was given a book to go and read such that I can educate myself more about the road system and then come back for the test. I'll look at that book some time when am read to go start learning till then, driving is not a priority at the moment.

Props for those who have obtained their driving license, it's actually not easy like I'd thought.

How do you people manage driving? How did you win over the fears?

TGIF

It's that Last day of the month, and a Friday, everyone should be looking forward to some serious fun this weekend.

Unfortunately for some of us, the pay comes in bi-weekly and the next pay check is another week away. There goes my Friday plans where I was hoping to hit the streets of Manhattan for some inspiration and maybe even watch Underworld3 - Rise of the Lycans which is so cool and deserves a re-watch on big screen.

I did not know this before coming to NY but Friday is a much respected day this side, they do not mind if you dress down to work which means you can pull out those jeans, tees and sneakers to go with to work. Even cooler, you only do half day. Now who am I to disobey such?

It has been such a hectic week for me and there is not much for me to do today(read I don't feel like working), and I'd not even planned to write what you've just read. My intended post was imagined on the bus but somehow it vanished just like that.

So I'll spend Friday evening looking for my debit card which is somehow lost in the mess that my room has become and then go swimming in ice water with other crazy guys on Saturday. I do wish some PIG would somehow fit in there but I've not yet seen one of those places with that specialty.

What does one do in NY on a boring Friday?

This weekend is a long one. What will you be doing with that cash?

Laurence J. Peter - "It's better to have loved and lost than to have to do forty pounds of laundry a week."

Of Bus Rides

I have never had such a super fast week before, only just yesterday it was Sunday and to think it's already Saturday amazes me. This obviously implies that I've been super busy and almost forgot I had my virtual life and blog to catch up with...

Whatever I was doing the rest of those days, I can't write about because it's way too much and would eventually turn out lengthy and boring but to continue with my post,

I take on average 4hrs going to and fro work using the bus. Using the subway would increase the trip by another two hours. Yes It's that far and no matter what magic, I always have to use at least two buses. It's so hectic that I wanted to quit the first week I'd started work but seeing my internship ends in Feb, I decided to persevere with hope of getting used to the distance.

Of late, the trip has become more treacherous. With the temperatures in negatives, It's not funky waiting for the bus. With the current rate I spend a minimum of $20/ week for fare, the recent plans for a price increase have me on my knees for a disaster in these plans. You see, there are no these things of secretly signaling to the conductor in case you are hard up, wait there is even no conductor just some mean metallic thing that chews up your quarters without any remorse. I suddenly miss those taxi touts that would make your day calling you boss and escort you to your ride like some VIP, not forgetting the driver who'll go through hell to beat the Jam and get where you want.

These bus things are just not nice. They are not as plentiful as the kla kamunye's and If you miss one bus, be sure of a long wait for the next one. They are so mean and won't pick or let you off at any point unless it's the designated bus stop. The kamunye driver will pick you at any point of the road and even leave you at the kasasiro as requested all you have to do is say the magic words.

Am still to get used to this commuting system. One culture in particular is the bus-subway reading club which given my bus hours, I've not yet subscribed to..I just don't see myself drawing out a book and then reading away like my life depended on the contents -Tht's what those book worm people do and they are not a lively bunch.

So the bus rides leaves me nothing to do except to sometimes node away to my zicky and eavesdrop on the neighbors. The stories in the bus are too hilarious and some shocking. Some people are just not bothered about washing their dirty stuff in public, but I'll stick to the rule, what happens in the bus stays in the bus otherwise these would have been a renewable source of k.b and gossip to keep bullocks at bay.

A great place to also make plans and think about random stuff is yes the bus. Trust there is no other place I can get chance to reflect and think about how my stuff is flowing, which move I should make or what my next post should be about. I've created thousands of fantasies and posts during the journeys but like they say good things don't last, they all evaporate away when I step out of the bus into the cruel, bitter cold.

Masoawo!! Oh crap! all the stares from other passengers make me feel like some kind of nut job. Thinking about Kamunye's must h've made me forget to instead push the stop request button, but am not the only one at this stop and I quickly jump off to rush home before the stares kill me.

PS: This is not a complaint or an advert

Uncovered.

I've always thought of myself as the one lurking in the shadows. Not the bad evil one but the good one, the one who you sometimes feel is watching over you and protecting you without taking any credit.

For the tech geeks, I'd say am kinda like the driver that runs a computer device, you never actually see it but things can jam if the device driver is missing.

For the others, I'd say am not the life of the party but the one who kinda watches your back and makes sure stuff goes right.

Today's post is an attempt at uncovering myself and somehow emerging from the shadows into the light. I've never attempted to explain my self before or let alone fully open to people but this is a start and will certainly be one of my resolutions in the coming year.


Today's random stuff

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The Christmas spirit has not yet fully engorged me, my tree is already up and the decorations are also unpacked but somehow was not amused by the snow the way I've seen in movies and efforts to make our snow man in the backyard with my sister were feeble and we failed to go beyond his big round bottom before losing the fire.

Somehow, getting to work was an easy thing. It was going to be a different day because I was going to see all my other intern mates from their respective sites and Monday is a kind of gathering of all the others for a debrief and you get to hear all their stories which are hilarious but I somehow hope I don't get to tell mine.

Some dude from work who I somehow told about my blogging and even threw in my blog address surprised me today during the short break. I meet up with him while heading back towards my seat and he was like..

Him: "Yo man, I've been reading your blog."

Me: Sure? (Thinking. O.K I was hoping he'd forgotten about that).

Him: "You write about us. You have to stop writing about us." starts shouting to others, Yo! this dude has a blog and he be blogging about us.

Me: (thinking.......Duh!! It's called my stuff I can write about anything)


This was completely striping me of my anonymity, I was at loss of words, how was I going to start telling all my peers about my works? Lucky me, I was saved because the break quickly ended.

Being of the shadows, this move was putting me in bright light and it was scary. It also got me thinking I should actually get to show my self more to my reader's and even write more.

Just last week. one of my internship supervisor's also came across one of my blog posts. No thanks to Google. I was also completely caught with my pants down and did not know what to say when they started talking about my yaip post. How do you start discussing yo stuff? I quickly went into defense mode and almost said I did not even know what a blog is because I felt I was out in the open. Somehow, it ended so quickly and I don't fully remember what they said about it.

None of my family member's even knows about blogging, I still even look at mine as a private and personal space open to only a few, preferably ones I've not yet known or met, but with all these blog clubs and parties things plus Google, anonymity is very difficult to maintain and I might as well as give up on it.

I'll work on this "giving up" project and hopefully even get my kid sister to guest blog on my page.

That's just some of the stuff I thought about today.

How did yo week start? Oba you've already made that trip up upcountry?

Hopefully this brings you some holiday spirit

Self Evaluation One.

Am starting to enjoy my rather hectic and busy work experience. Much as I sometimes feel that it's a bit difficult for me to adjust into the US work ethics/hows, the internship is giving a comprehensive step by step process on how to get in and stay in employment with the various exercises and tests.

Today, I especially liked the exercise, It was something I'd never have thought out on my own or done unless some one encouraged me to. We had to do a personal court of arms which is basically like a short form of your goals, skill and walk.

Presenting my court of arms.....

1. If you could have any Job in the world, What would it be?
This was easy, I'd want to be a Network/System Admin with some big time firm like Google or Dell. Only because am fascinated by computer stuff and being an admin would give me all the access I'd ever want.

2. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

• More mature and developed in body, mind and knowledge.
• Completing with college and staring my Masters degree.
• Working with google and having my own computer firm.
• A little thing running around me yelling "Daddy, Daddy".

3. What would you say is your greatest strength?
I certainly don't have a single greatest strength at this point. So, I went ahead and threw in all that makes up the mighty and powerful Emi's

• Hardworking
• Committed
• Determined
• Confident
• Intelligent

4. What Is your Weakness?
Hmmm... beautifully crafted women. No I did not say this, much as I wanted to, Instead I said.
"I tend to overwork and get so attached to my work." Yes Am a workaholic and this is a bad thing seeing that I kill my social/family life. Bloggers, can you please help me get ride of it?

5.What Kind of Supervisor would You be?
If you were under me, you'd most certainly not suffer much but still face a flexible and understanding superior who want to see you get your duty done.

6.One Word Describing you?
Adventurous -The Indiana Jones type


The whole exercise made me ponder and think more about myself in a way I'd never done before. Actually get more focused and thoughtful.

what are you?

Unbelievable!

Today was a surprisingly fun day at work. Probably because I got in so late and got away with it tho this somehow affect's my hours and there is no way to redeem or pay them back but to wind it all up, it was one of those days of self realisation, amusement and peace.

T-bag who has the most charisma and fun is some one who you'd get jealous of if you are in my age group/stage and I sometime wish I was smooth like him. He seams to get away with the stuff he does and the shells for people, generally he's what I'd say the life of the party and even once picked on me.

Me and T-bag is good, We'd sometimes talk guy stuff and I find him an interesting and fascinating character with mob of game. He easily flirts with most of the chic's around and easily makes them laugh making some of us look terribly bad and suck even more in the pursuit to impress the co-worker chic's.

She also sure does dress smarter than me polished black shoes, long sleeved shirts e.t.c and was even giving me some fashion tips especially with growing the hair then putting on good cornrows like his.

Today at the closure, T-bag brought up one of his fun tactics and started dancing -totally like a chic. He did this with some other chic(somehow the hottest one) and seamed to be so perfect. To spoil the mood and finally get chance to shell him, I loudly proclaim laughing, "Dude, that's so gay, those moves your making"

I was corrected by some other guy near me who remarked, "what's gay about her dancing like that? Isn't that how girls dance in Africa?"

I calmly put my tail between my legs and went to confirm/appologise with T-bag. Turns out that it's true, he is indeed a she(real girl) but she made me feel more amused than embarrassed about the situation. All along for the 2 weeks we've been together, I thought she was a guy. It all explains the way she was acting and how she knows all the stuff that makes the girls tick, am still good with her and will probably learn a lot more from her for the remaining few weeks

Damn!! this is the 2nd girl in the group I've mistakenly thought to be a guy. The first one has hair really cropped short and dresses up very smartly like a guy(I'd dress like so's) from shirt to shoes. I always thought my ears heard wrong when I heard them referring to a she instead of a he when addressing him/her. I had to ask the guy(had beard) next to me which was which and he confirmed female. Of course today, when she asked if I also thought she was a guy, I lied.

Next time, I have to be more careful and look critically before deciding to call some one a he/she. I easily got away with this one but being more careful could save me a lot of embarrassment and avoid straining any relationship. Even tho it seams more reliable, feeling for the boobs is out of the question least I get a sexual harassment case

I now have to come up with another name. T-bag would certainly not suit a she. Any takes?

eeeooowwww!!.... my 4 worst moments

What happened to me today inspired me to write about these long forgotten matters. Obviously, we all have been in a situation or event that caused you absolute embarrassment and you could not think of anything other than the ground opening up and swallowing you to hide from all that shame.

From the start, I knew it was not going to be a good day. It started with the oversleep and me jumping out of bed @ 8:30am, that was late very late. The internship place is almost 45Min's away with the $van and an hr with the bus, but I was not getting late again today. The thing is I'd promised to quit if i ever made it late again and am a man of my word.

There was not time to take that much needed shower considering I'd even skipped the night one but at least I tried to brush and wash my face, the rest of the other small things would be done en route, so I threw in all the necessary stuff in my bag and rushed off. After the combing, polishing and finalising the dress up in the van, the most important item was not there. OMG where is that deo, where could it be? Am a profuse sweater at certain times and having to go with no antiperspirant is total condemnation for me besides, it also helps for the times when I've skipped with the usual shower.

I still went on and surprisingly was on time at least some thing good came out of the rush. However I was completely uncomfortable soon because within 30Min's of the teaching session, I was already feeling the perspiration trialing down my arm and I had no back up plan. I did try walking around with only my shirt and going out during the breaks yet even tho everyone else had on their heavy coats, I was not feeling the cold.

The sweat still continued for a while and my only prayer was no one would notice. I was totally embarrassed when T-bag talked to me at the end of the day and offered to bring me a deo the next day, some one had noticed in fact all the guys around me must have and I sat between two lovey girls the whole time. I feel scorned and sorry for making them suffer. He did further on talk about the sweaty smell and on the bus home, some high school girls noticed and kept holding their nose when looking at me. I lived through it all but am at loss on how to redeem my self. Of course the deo was smiling on my table when I got home, like it was laughing at me for not considering him first.
Lesson:never forget to pack the deo never.

The following are the winners of some of those other moments that have happened from the past. I rarely got an eeeooowww moment at home but somehow excelled in them at school . Of course they are quite a number and would take some hours to read/write but I'll only do 4.

1: The VIP treatment.
Starting my secondary, I was first made a day scholar when I'd just joined S.S. I had to run to the loos after my first lunch, It was a hole in the ground and when I went in for the afternoon lesson, the VIP perfume clung on my like some leech. It was too late there was not way I could shower or get it off me. The teacher was very miserable and he put it out on me no going out so all those classmates had to bear. It did wear off eventually but I earned the nickname stinky for almost week.
Lesson: Only kakka if the next step is showering.

2: Jazzing up the chic
This beautiful damsel a class below me was sitting in my exam room. during exams, you'd be distributed in different classrooms all over the school. this would give me chance to make a mark and impress. Gathering all my knowledge, I found myself on her desk during the night prep in order to try the charm some time during the reading. I do not how it happened but I woke up with a paper cigar in my mouth and a painful feel on my back from slap the teacher on duty. generously supplied. Apparently I was snoring so loudly and to think that the damsel did not even wake me up made me know she was not impressed. I spent the rest of the night standing in front of the classroom as if the shame from all the shells and abuses from the teacher. was not punishment enough. I changed to another exam room 3 classes away the very next day.
Lesson: Get lots of sleep before attempting to date some chic

3:The open fly.
Am certain most guys have had this one at some point. You know the stunt of opening up your zip and pulling the shirt to make a perfect tuck in, that's how mine began. I was a back bencher most of the time and before I'd completed one of these stunts, some chic claimed I was keeping her pen, I put the book in front of me on my laps to show there was nothing on the desk, she insisted and came over to look for her self. Every one was looking now and when she removed the book (without warning) the ka shirt sprang out and every one saw. The laughter that followed made the issues of the pen be forgotten and people made up all kinds of stories to torment me afterwards.
Lesson: Tuck in only in private.

4: The uncommon fart.
There was a fart master in class. He'd already done over 10 and every one was pretty much used to his stuff, to such a point it rose no laughter or surprise when he did it. So on some particular night prep, He opened up the reading with a quite one only few people must have heard. Towards the end of prep, I remembered his fart and suddenly burst into laughter, It was not even expected but out came this huge fart, it was more about the sound than smell because half the class must have heard it and every one burst out laughing. I immediately replaced the fart master and people still went to bed laughing about it, lucky it was the end of prep.
Lesson: Don't be laughing at other peoples mistakes

Those are the few I could feel O.k sharing of course they are some others I don't even want to start thinking about because I'd get so down.
Am sure some of you'll have had your moment. What is the most embarrassing one you can share?

Day One

Monday! Working On Monday for me is like telling an African Pig to take a shower, yes I hate having to get out of bed knowing that am heading off to work after a weekend of non-work activity. But It being the first day of my Internship, I reluctantly dragged myself out of the bed and prepped for the first gathering.

I did not really dress to impress and even intentionally left part of my hair uncombed just to send a message. "I am me and don't concentrate much on appearance" Thankfully in this new world, you can have your hair in any colour, shape, length and size so my message might have not reached home and I had to pay for putting on a T-shirt because the chill really got me good. It was kinda needless to go this way so am reverting to just being normal.

The first day was a total bore, it was slightly beyond my expectation and I fought hard to stay awake most of the time. I must add I thought of quitting at this point and heading back to my chill but with some slight encouragement from the coordinator and thoughts of the past 3 months of lounging, am staying in to discover the thrill and adventure promised. After all, who am I to judge a book by it's cover.

I did get very exhausted, probably because I've been out of action for a while now is the only explanation I can come up with for the sleep I had when I got back home (5-5) personal record.
Today Tuesday is Veterans day -God sent. I could do with the holiday and finally watch the movies I've been dying to -Quatam of solace and Madagascar 2 not yet in cinema here but I can't wait any longer and a friend from else where has just uploaded them to some secure server. Sorry I can't share the url, but hopefully I can give the kabozi.

Yaip

Wednesday was the day for the final interview for the Yaip jobo, I was overwhelmed by the turn up -Over 50 people and they only wanted a much less than that for program the to make issues worse, I'd come in a bit late and just entered the room without knocking or apologising. Whatever, it was a group interview(more like test of social skills I think) so I was bound to get lost and forgotten in there somehow.

Nwho, at first, the whole thing was boring as it turned out to be all talk and questions I never really felt like participating in but I did get more engaged as 2 more speakers from came up and hinted active participation would get you hired. After the last talkist speaker, The Yaip bosses went out for short consultations and came with the dreaded list of the final 15 for the internship (These would be added to some group already selected about a week earlier).

YAIP is "Young Adult Internship Program" and It's a state program for mostly idle youths between 16-24 to better their skills and get them Job ready. Being rather such a slug and hyperactive was my guarantee for automatic qualification for the program. I do wish Ug had such programs instead of allowing the politicians get more rich and yet the youth/graduates rot away in poverty on the streets.

Back to the program, from the look of things, It's going to be an interesting 14weeks with some notable individuals in my group. I did not bother to get names the first time so I'll mention them as I recall them.

There was Fatso -sHe wants to be a clothes designer and talked in the tiniest of voices which made every one laugh. Miss bling, had mob chains and large earrings + belt. She was used as an example on how not to turn up for an interview, I think she got in because she took it all in smiling but told me later on she was totally freaked and her dressing was the new modernity stuff -she's into fashion/game/anime mag editor. Then the she-male, this one was totally hilarious and did all kinds of funny stuff in the room of 15 where we wa getting further instructions. sHe had his hair in cornrows and could not stop smirking his lips and tongue at almost every skirt including the cute yaip program lady. This one kinda reminded me about T-bag, and did have some crude jokes -wants to do work in a day care center (God forbid). The Haitian a loud mouthed (talkative) chic who'd have been seriously hot had it not been for her hairdo that day and is also interested in starting her own day care facility.The yellow chic's guy, a biggie who had the size and beards that reminded me of singer Ruben Studdard -He was a happy jolly fellow and kept on stressing he liked gals with some yellow on their bones -think he meant the girls that are light-skinned and not dark. Him, wants to have his own mechanic workshop. The pretty kyana who I'd liked at first sight and kept staring her way several times did not make it to the final 15 List and thus I'll miss catching up with her (My loss). However plan B, her replacement who kinda reminds me of some chic I once liked did make it and hope she's as good as she looks -Yes I do prefer girl company to guys.

I was totally cracked up at the mention of the expected drug tests due in 4 weeks times.
I'll most certainly pass them but would sign any protest paper for the sake of some participants, some of who were already "making noise".

Winding up, about 7 more people joined our small group of 15 apparently there is firing in the internship just in case you fail to meet some of the standards set up and they are supposed to the alternate replacements in such a scenario. Hot chic was still not among this lot but I'd to leave and could not wait to hear more stories given it was way past lunch time and we'd not even been given the break. Hopefully she's in the final group.

They do seam to be a lively bunch and am looking forward to interacting with them and staying in the internship come 10th Nov when Obama is president.

Suprise Interview and Babies

I can not believe it's already Friday. This week has gone really super fast and reflecting on the past days, it feels like I hardly have any thing to show off that would earn any applause let alone an award but seeing that I need to write, here goes.

Last weekend was a total mishap. I was hoping to settle down to an Indian Jones marathon and later on search the suitcases in the basement for warm winter clothing but instead ended up doing lots of cleaning up and arrangements downstairs which on inspection turned out to be dusty and I got the sniffles. Visitors also turned up unexpectedly and took over the entertainment system, of course I had to behave bulungi and we instead settled down to watch some Nigerian movies which up to now I've failed to appreciate.

Monday was a big day for my sister. She had finally finished some internship program and was graduating together with her friends and the organizers prepared a small exit occasion for them which I happened to attend hoping to meet Princess. It's at this function that they announced openings for the next intake and invited people to come and register for the next day.

With the current economic crisis and many layoffs in US, it's becoming increasingly difficult to get the jobs and this program could be a window of opportunity for me to gain some experience and do quick networking. That's what was on my mind when filling out the application forms and when I was ready to leave the lady I gave my forms asked several questions then I was whisked away to another office for more questions and then lastly more questions by a third person who said I'd passed the first part of the interview and should come next Wednesday for the orientation and final selection. I must say I was shocked! I did not think those where interviews, they asked so many questions about me and my plans and I'd answered all of them casually & without much thought crossing my legs several times and making jokes here and there. How was I to know? I've never done an Interview before but I know you always have to comb your hair, look for that suit and know you're going for one. Am glad I did It.

On Wednesday night playing around with the T.V remote, I discovered something on cable called on demand. Apparently, It's a feature that allows you select and watch specially selected programs, movies e.t.c at your own leisure and time since you can pause and fast forward (cool!!!). I was taken up by a documentary on BBC America on demand called My Fake baby, which is about lifelike baby dolls like one shown below

Paulana © http://www.reborn-baby.com

It was amusing to note the love and money women/people put into such babies one spending up to £300 on baby clothes. These babies can cost hundreds to thousands of pounds to make , but more of this story is here, which gives a recap of the whole documentary. I'd just read about these guys and their soup kitchen experience. Watching this show only made me think that this money could be sent for such causes and could possible solve some of Uganda's zibs especially in concerns of basic human needs.

It's another week gone and am looking forward to next week especially meeting new people. I hope to do some other movie marathon this weekend an event which is inching in to my calender.

Also Obama is leading in polls and tho I try to be non political, I sure hope He emerges Victorious

Great weekend!